Muses Academy Reviews Complaints Novels & Stories

“Nothing more. These accusations are serious, but they’re baseless.” Elena sighed, rubbing her temples. “Adrian, we’ve been friends for years. I covered for you during the mess with your ex-wife. But this? If there’s even a shred of truth, you’re done. Tenure review, possible termination, license issues. And her?” She looked at Mia. “Expulsion, permanent mark on your record. Your parents are major donors, Mia. This could blow back on them too.” Mia lifted her chin, channeling every ounce of the bold girl who had started this. “Professor Vale has only helped me with my thesis and literature discussions. Lucas is lying because I rejected him. That’s all.”

Just to see that Justice was served. But every single time, I opened the mail: APPLICATION REJECTED. It was like the universe was against me and hell bent on frustrating me. Then I tried transferring from my own academy—which was less grand to Bloodmoon Dominion and I could only pray that it works out. But It was after I had finished applying that another candidate told me she had tried transferring for three consecutive times but it was always rejected, because the Academy thought students from other Academies couldn't measure up to their standards.

“My receptionist told me that all of you have been waiting for an entire hour to speak to me.It must be very important.” I nearly rolled my eyes, the man was full of himself. We have only been here a couple of minutes not an hour, thirty minutes hasn’t even passed!” I replied irritable. Mr Delwood smiled. “Feisty! I like you already. How can I help you?but wait. Do your children go to school here or are you trying to enrol them at Trinity Academy?” “No! That is not why we are here. We only have questions regarding the child you expelled from the academy after he said he saw a wolf more than once here!” said Mika in a sharp tone.

We have a close relationship and he knows me better than most. It only takes a minute for Jack to show up. He looks panicked as he asks, “What’s going on?” I breathe out, “The Supernatural Academy found out about Penelope. They want five million or to refund our money and take her back or they’ll attack us.” “We already purchased her. We have the receipt. They can’t just change their minds like that.” He thinks the same way that I did. This helps me know that I'm making the right decision. I rub my temples as I respond, “Well, they did.”

Didn’t jump ahead. He just let it sit there for a second, letting it feel real before moving on. Riley muted the TV without looking away from the idea, setting the mug down as he reached for his phone, already opening the forums as he moved into the main room. He dropped into his chair and started scrolling. It was chaos. Complaints about locked classes everywhere, arguments about balance, people asking if resets would be added, others already talking about quitting, some saying the system was unfair, others saying that was exactly why it worked.

she says in her silken French accent, “what brings you here... illegally?” “Nothing,” Ellie blurts, panicked, as she grabs my wrist and tugs like she wants us to run. Ms. Lovelace raises a single eyebrow, her stare unwavering. She leans back slightly, resting her hip against her desk with calculated ease. “I might be a boring old teacher, Miss Ellie, but I’m not stupid. I was a young girl once, too. Though I wasn’t a student at the most strict university in the world.” She pauses. Her gaze sharpens. “You do understand, don’t you, that your future could be over the moment you’re caught snooping? There are no second chances here. The Academy does not forgive mistakes.”

Already healing. My phone buzzed. A message from the Supernatural Council's interim chairman. Hearing concerning reports about radical changes at Moonrise Academy. We need to discuss appropriate oversight and authorization procedures. I smiled grimly. So it begins. The resistance Prospero had warned about. I typed a response. The changes are happening with or without Council approval. Moonrise Academy is no longer waiting for permission to protect its students. If the Council wishes to remain relevant, I suggest you adapt. Send. Let them be concerned. Let them scramble to maintain control they'd already lost through their own corruption.

“Are they right?” Luna looked toward the adults. Toward Vanessa. Toward the women speaking. Toward words she suddenly disliked. “No.” Emily blinked. “You don’t think so?” Luna shook her head slowly. “She didn’t do anything.” Emily looked surprised. Across the hall the conversation continued. Mrs. Reed adjusted her papers. “The academy does not remove parents because of public rumors.” Vanessa smiled lightly. “Nobody suggested removal.” The smile stayed. “Only caution.” One mother sighed dramatically.

"Are you kidding me? Lara graduated from the Music Department of the Royal Werewolf Academy, and you're saying she's worse than a housewife? Frankly speaking, out of all the parents competing today, I doubt a single one of you is even qualified to share a stage with her." The crowd started buzzing, everyone whispering indignantly among themselves, but nobody actually stepped up to challenge him. Honestly, part of what he said was true. The Music Department of the Royal Werewolf Academy really was the top musical institution in the entire country. Countless packs waved blank checks trying to get their pups in, only to get rejected before they could even get an interview. The department didn't

Jessica jolted up, her wooden chair clattering to the floor, the sound ringing out like a gunshot in the suddenly breathless room. "Don't play games with me, Gwen," she sneered, her voice trembling with indignation. "Do you think reading out some numbers makes you untouchable? This class doesn't care about merit points; they care about seeing the person who dragged them into this mess get down on her knees and beg. Write your resignation and get out of here, before we make your life at this Academy a living hell." The booing and jeering were no longer mere impulsive outbursts; they had evolved into organized harassment. They no longer cared about merit points; they wanted to crush my self-re